On the first anniversary, Kid A was a week old

Today I have been married to this man for eight years.



I'm not exaggerating.  I love him more today than in all the days before.  He is my adventure mate, my musical genius husband, the one who bought me two pendants for our anniversary, the one who arranged for me to have an Irish whistle shipped to me from England (and from America, and possibly Australia? We will have a lot of flutes), the one who supports me and all my crazy writing moods and who says his favorite place to eat is at my table. I am so humbled by the gift a good husband has been in my life.

And for anniversary posts; I've always liked this one best.